Luyện nghe bài hát Intro - Hand It Down

Sorry
But all the money in the world can't me back again
Lay down, lay
Gonna stretch my mic out in Ponce home on Marcy
All new niggaz stop there
But a lot later a whole gang of people thought
The last of the hustlers, well maybe not the last
Bleek's gonna be a good rapper, new, improved

I quit, I'm
enough money in this game, to keep me around
Sorry big, I tried
Can't go me on this ride though
I'm callin' the shots, the closin'
Where we to for breakfast?
Roc a y'all
Okay, I'm

Bringin' the drama, tryin' to up in the game

Had a couple of dollar signs to my
Roc a y'all
One of the
Waitin' for my day to
Just give me the

Nah, ain't Jigga, it's your lil' nigga Bleek
Reportin' to motherfuckers live from the street
Game I peeped those, my mind so
At nine I used to geese for Easter clothes

Peep the steez, I represent for all those with eight grams
On a come up, tryin' to the keys
Large niggaz told me park the car, the keys
a hoodrat and creep to Mickey D's

First gun two bullets, niggaz I do pull it
Niggaz to kill me dog, who wouldn't?
Screw Gooden, I pitch in the
Lit off the EJ, I Dutchies with my ring finger

You find a that don't be cream, bring her
seen with Bing, he got dropped between us
Shit is constant, that's why I pack the and Johnson
For the nonsense who it?

I go to sleep with a of a Porsche on my wall
Man I'm tryin' to come up on
Get one up on y'all, why I hustle in these streets
From sundown to sunup on

Mama said, "Keep bullshittin', they'll you dead"
One week of this hustlin' brought a livin' set
Went to Tom D's, mad, veins out
Copped the Jordans, two weeks they came out

Flashy, fly nigga
Nosy bitch from the third like, "Why little nigga?"
Bitch please, twist the trees, took a long pull, bitch to breathe
That's my answer, like cancer and I'm serious

Waitin' for my day to
Just give me the